Our girls and I took a little road trip last week to visit my parents. As soon as I walked in the door that first evening, I spied that big box of peaches. Then I saw Mom’s trusty Betty Crocker cookbook sitting open, showing off the pie of my deepest longings. I knew we were in for a treat.

When I woke up the following morning, Mom was already at it. The bottom crust was resting peacefully in the pie pan and the peaches were peeled, cut, and nestled in. She was carefully cutting the lattice strips as I poured myself a cup of coffee and tried to focus my sleepy eyes.

The aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg begged me to sit down and take it all in. Watching Mom make a pie is very soothing for me. She is a well oiled machine. Full of calm confidence, Mom is able to engage in tickles and conversation with her grandkids while still assembling the best pie on the planet.

15 Responses to “Mom’s Peach Pie”

Oh my goodness! This pie was great. When you posted these pictures and the recipe I was looking forward to making pie when the peaches came in. I was all psyched up. Then came the phone call that the peaches were coming in two weeks late due to cool weather and I had to wait even longer. We waited and waited and then two days before our trip to So Dakota to see our son, the peaches came in!! I picked those peaches up as soon as they called, got home and made pie and it was as wonderful as I had hoped! Just thinking about it makes me wish for more – too bad the peaches are all gone. Thanks so much for sharing it!!

farmgirlreplied on September 15th, 2010 at 8:55 pm

Hi Peggy! You wouldn’t happen to be from Woodbury?? Our peaches were 2 weeks late also. Anyway, I’m so glad you enjoyed the pie, it’s my absolute favorite. And now I’m really wishing I had a piece!!